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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean huffed a laugh. He was rather fond of people trying to feed him, especially when he got neglectful of it. "At least she aims for the less extremely fiery things now. The first time you had curry I thought your head was going to explode." He grinned. He knew Seamus' tastes had changed to accommodate some of the spicier items in the family repertoire, but it seemed unlikely he'd ever quite get the taste for it like Dean who'd grown up with it. "Mine complains to me about the food thing too though, especially given it's show time. Such a pity I didn't install a phone in my flat," he said, rolling his eyes. He knew his flat generally didn't have enough magic floating around to completely rule out a phone, but he preferred to not have it ringing off the hook with his parents' worries. He had friends sending owls for that.

He couldn't help but laugh about the idea of both of them getting fat on sweets. "I'm sure they'd just find something else to worry about. Mine does." He slipped into a close approximation of his Mum's thick accent. "Are you eating enough? Are you sleeping enough? Did you take your medicine? Did you do your washing? Have you called your sister?" He made a gesture that clearly indicted 'and the list goes on'.

"He does, and I am. Well, mostly. The whole Diwali thing wasn't my idea of a great plan in the middle of show prep but I went to therapy since I was due, took my potion a few nights to sleep and I've mostly evened out again. I've been working on the portrait of my father though, it's always a bit... emotional. I think I'll have it done in time for the show though." It was his longest ongoing project, and though he would never sell it Dean knew it was some of his best work to date and he wanted it seen. He wanted to honour his father's memory.

Dean managed to eat slightly more slowly than Seamus, avoiding burning his mouth, but still eating the soup hot. "Tell me about it. I mean the whole point of the show being when it is was to attract people buying Christmas gifts, but it does mean everything all at the same time. And I am so glad that Susan seemed to get half of the people she knows volunteering because I think I'm going to have to cry off helping her move to do work." He pulled an exaggerated disappointed face. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but right now work needed to come first. "But yes, bring on January. Although no Christmas markets by then," he said, pointing with his thankfully empty spoon.

"Although, speaking of Christmas I can pick up a few more shifts again after the show is done. Actually might even be able to do it after opening night to be honest, I don't need to be around most of the time," he offered.